Disclaimer: Do I look like Christopher Paolini to you

Disclaimer: Do I look like Christopher Paolini to you? NO! I own nothing except for onyx.

A/N: I got only three reviews….sob… don't you like my story? Thank you to those who reviewed. As for you who didn't…. blah!

Chapter 3

Onyx POV

I sniffed the air… something seemed wrong…what?? Urgals!

There are Urgals nearby! I screamed at everyone. Saphira sniffed the air, too.

You're right. She sniffed again. They have us cornered!

"Eragon, take zar'oc." exclaimed Brom. As Eragon moved to get the gleaming ruby sword, a arrow whizzed past his head, right where he had previously been. Draumr roared in pain as another arrow clipped his wing, pricing the wing, and going completely through.

Draumr! I cried out to my mate. I roared, and as the urgals came out of the brush rushing at me, I torched them with purple flames, and watched them fall. Brom and Eragon were holding up poorly against the towering urgals, who looked larger than any I have ever seen before. "These are Kull, not Urgals!" Brom roared, cleaving a smaller Kull in half. While I was watching Brom, A Kull came up from behind, and smashed my wing with its club. I roared, and snapped my jaws at the unfortunate Kull.

You'll pay for that! I roared, as Draumr came towards me. The Kull leaped back from his torrent of flame, and looked at my wing, nosing it.

Are you okay? He questioned, as the last Kull was torched by Saphira.

I think so, but my wing feels like there are millions of needles in it. Oh the pain, I moaned. I tried to lift my wing, but it was useless. It hung limply, crumpled. Brom and Eragon came over and saw this, and Brom looked at it with concern. "Can I see it?" he asked I walked over to him, extending my crumpled wing as far off of my hide as I could. Which was only about a few inches above my hide, and it hurt terribly to do so. Brom cautiously touched it, feeling the bones. "Oh my; the bones are completely separated!" he said, and I winced as he tried to lift my wing.

That hurts! Please, can't you do something?" I asked, desperate for a cure. Draumr came over to my wing, and nosed it gently.

It will be hard to fly with that wing, he commented, but if you like, I could make the pain stop. He told me, and renewed my hope.

Then do it, this pain is worse than any other wounds. I replied, happy to have some relief. He noses my wing, and breathed over it, producing a fog of silver, which I knew to be an illusion. The pain stopped almost instantly, even though I was left with an uncomfortable throbbing coursing through my wing. But it was better than pain. Much better than pain.

Oh, that's much better, thank you Draumr. What would I do without you?

You would still be stuck in a tower like a maiden hidden from her prince. He replied.

Too true, I replied, glad for my mate's company. Oh, god! Now of all times, my stomach hurts! I hate when this happens. I wailed in despair. This was the worst day in my entire life. I felt Draumr reaching his mind out towards my presence, like normal when he uses his power, but I felt an unusual sensation of surprise emanating from him. What? What's wrong? I asked.

Instead of just your normal presence, I sensed three more presences inside of you, and they felt dragonish, like ours. I think you are a mother! He was ecstatic, and began humming. I grinned a dragon smile, and let a plume of small fire escape my maw. I felt dizzy all of a sudden, and heard the twang of bowstrings. My world went dark, but not before I saw Draumr grin smugly, and a dragon roaring.

(I know it's short. I have been really busy all day going to various camps. That's not a excuse, but a statement. It took forever to write this.)